There was a particular day at work when I was quite bored and was sending emails back and forth with one of my friends. For lunch that day, the office had a spread of cupcakes, shortbread and apple pie. Of course, I just had to tell my friend about this feast I was engorging on. So I wolf down a few pastries and then type the email and say, “mmmmm…I love shortbread!” About ten minutes later I get a reply, “Me too! Who is this though?” I look at the sender and I realize to my horror, I had sent the original email to the Vice President of Finance at TD. I now double check the “To” field on my emails twice every time.
During much of grade school, I had a slight phobia of talking and interacting to girls. I got the usual symptoms. Sweaty palms, cotton mouth, elevated heart rate. On one occasion, a particularly attractive girl had apparently heard that I had access to some songs on CDs, she wanted for her party. She comes up to me during recess and asks if I could get those CDs to her the next day. I freeze. Stare at her in shock and thank god that something so pretty had noticed me. I of course did not have access to any of the hundred something songs she wanted but I quickly say yes. She smiles. My heart melts. I spend the entire day after school into the early hours of the next burning CD after CD. The next day I deliver the CDs to her and she smiles and hugs me. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Probably not.
Not so Confrontational
I have always hated confrontation, especially when I was younger. I used to avoid awkward moments at all costs, even if it negatively impacted me. At times, this used to cost me. One such time was during my first baseball practice. Now, in baseball if anybody asks you which hand is your strong hand, they are referring to your catching hand. For me, that would be my left hand. However, at the time I thought the coach was asking about my actual stronger/throwing hand. So I tell him it is my right hand. He throws me a right handed baseball glove. This meant I had to throw with my left which I was, of course, terrible at. However, I was much too embarrassed to stop practice and correct myself and ask for the right glove and did not want to confront my coach either. So for the entire practice I awkwardly went through the fielding drills. I must have looked like a right tool. The painful experience allowed me to ask for the right glove the next practice
Beware of your Surroundings
I love to sing. Correction. I love to sing when there are not people around me. I do this often when I am at home, in the shower, grocery shopping or when going for a walk outside. One day, I had the song, “Life is a Rollercoaster,” by Ronan Keating stuck in my head and was singing it while setting up for a meeting. I had gone through at least half the song when I notice that a manger from another department had been crouching behind the podium the entire time and when I turned around she had the biggest smile on her face. My worst nightmare had come true. I stop half way through the song and turn bright red (which for a brown guy is very tough). She tells me to finish the song and we both share a laugh. I now make sure of my surroundings before opening my mouth, although I sometimes wish I had asked her about my singing skills.
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